They strike a deal, and her work-day gets embarrassing

“Wait!” Emily squeaked, flailing her arms in front of herself.

Green Fury hesitated. They had been friends after all, it was clear she wasn’t planning to just rush into it, even if her own prospects were more important to her than her friend’s decency.

Emily flushed.

“You’re really going to…” Emily said.

“I have to, I told you,” Green Fury said. “Promotions to the JLI don’t come along every day.”

“Oh,” Emily said. She flushed.

And thought of her day. Van Wayne wasn’t exactly known for brilliant employee treatment, she wouldn’t be able to work from home, and the thought of another nude run down the street to work was mortifying.

She didn’t think too far ahead. She wasn’t sure what she was going to do about the future, beyond hope something else came up.

“Wait!” Emily squealed again, as Green Fury lifted her hand. “Can you wait?”

“Wait?” Green Fury said. “Look, I need to do this.”

“How about, er, when I make it to work?” Emily said. “So I don’t have to cycle there like, er, that. The League can get what they want and I’ll get a… couple of minutes respite.”

She bit her lip. Well, she’d really just said that.

Green Fury tilted her head contemplatively. At least she was considering it.

“That’s probably easier,” Green Fury admitted.

Emily breathed a sigh of relief.

“I’m happy for you,” Emily said. “But. Er. Do wish your promotion didn’t involve this.”

The heroine shrugged.

Emily made her way to work a little slower than was strictly necessary. Green Fury did quirk an eyebrow if she looked back, reminding her not to delay endlessly, but she hardly wanted to rush either.

She’d… need to figure this out. Maybe see if Teddy could get her a flameproof variant, yeah, that’d be a nice idea.

She biked to the park across the road, by that point realizing that she was alone, even if she didn’t expect it to last. It gave her an unfortunate amount of time to ruminate.

She was so sure people would be glad that she’d spurred on this invention. Instead, apparently, the heroes had joined the villains in making sure she ended up naked this season. She really hadn’t meant to make enemies.

There was an explosion down the street. Emily walked out, looking both ways before crossing the road, barely sparing it any thought. That’d be the Jack O’Lantern, another supervillain, who apparently hadn’t given up despite all the other villains coming out of the woodwork.

In a streak of green flame, Green Fury suddenly landed beside her.

“I should get that,” she said. “Sorry, got to go. Good luck at work!”

“Thanks!” Emily said brightly, on instinct.

And then there was a flash of green as the heroine shot off to do battle. Emily looked down and squealed. Right, should’ve remembered that part of her deal.

She felt warm, but not overwhelmingly; Green Fury had enough control of her fire to keep from hurting her, even when she was burning away clothes that were already in contact with her skin. One moment she’d been wearing an outfit, the next it was a few smoking scraps, green flame licking across it.

She yelped, smacking at the few still burning spots, jumping until she was content it was all extinguished and cast off.

Then she remembered she was on the street. Emily looked around, saw half a dozen people staring, squealed, and sprinted across the road.

The stairwell, at least, was empty, once she got in. She wasn’t sure what she was going to do when she got up there though.

She climbed, slowly, trying to think about something other than the feeling of the air against her bare skin. She kept one arm across her breasts; while she was alone, it was less about modesty and more just about the fact she was used to having a little support on the girls, she felt more comfortable having something there than leaving them free.

Until finally she reached the top of the stairs, and hesitated. Being naked probably wasn’t the most noteworthy sight of the day, with how many people were being affected, but it still felt like a lot to her.

Deep breath. Deep blush. Emily bit her lip, psyched herself up, and pushed the door open.

Everyone wasn’t staring at her. Surprised, Emily took a step forward, bare foot touching the carpet. The door closed behind her, and she started to almost tiptoe to her desk, not wanting to get anyone’s attention. All eyes, rather than being on the naked new arrival, were on something to her right.

Emily made it a few steps, arms clutched tightly to herself, when curiosity got the better of her and she looked sideways. And froze.

It was an open corner of the office, between a number of desks. Someone was standing there. Dark, slightly wavy hair, piercing eyes, tall, a very firm body, bronzed skin, and a face that would have been identifiable even if the costume wasn’t recognizable enough.

Emily squealed. And then all eyes suddenly went to her.

Wonder Woman! Wonder Woman was in Charm City! Why was someone like her in a minor place like this? Let alone in their office, she was in their…

The heroine looked at her, and started to walk closer, and Emily was yet again brought back down to her naked reality.

And then remembered for a moment to stop fangirling because, oh yeah, apparently the League didn’t actually like her these days. Emily squeaked again.

Maybe she was just here to make sure Green Fury had kept her word, yeah, that’d be…

“So. You’re her,” the Amazon said.

Emily stammered.

“Um,” she managed.

What was she meant to say? It was freaking Wonder Woman! One of the Big Three, standing right there, not even a meter from her. Wonder Woman knew who she was!

Maybe not for a good reason, but she did!

And she was still naked. Emily flushed deeper.

“It’s an honor,” she squealed.

“You do realize the whole country’s saw the photos of you taken at work in that… mockery of my outfit?” Wonder Woman said.

Oh. That.

Wait, the whole what had seen what?! The costume might have been better than going nude (like she was now, as part of her mind insisted on repeating to her), but it was still meant to be seen by as few people as possible.

“What?” Emily said, very, very high-pitched.

“Your… proposal was very widely discussed,” the heroine said. “Even if you spoiled my fun and spread a parody of me in the same day.”

Emily opened and closed her mouth a few times. She’d never imagined meeting a celebrity, she wouldn’t have known what to say, let alone in a situation like this.

She took a step back, meaning to head for somewhere a bit more covered. The Amazon reached out and grabbed her arm.

“On Themyscira, we have a punishment for women like you,” Wonder Woman said.

Emily opened her mouth to speak, and just squealed as she was pulled over the heroine’s lap, as she sat down on a desk.

The real Wonder Woman’s costume’s skirt was a little bit longer than Emily had been, but then her legs were significantly longer too so laying there, Emily could feel two firm, bare thighs supporting her midriff. Understandably, the heroine barely seemed to notice the weight.

“Can we talk about this?” Emily yelped.

Wonder Woman’s hand came down on Emily’s bare butt. Emily yelped, wriggling a little.

Not that wriggling achieved much, the Amazon’s iron grip on her lower back ensuring she wasn’t doing much more than naked squirming on the heroine’s lap. Her hand came down again, a louder smack echoing.

Cheeks burning, Emily stared down at the floor, trying not to think about how they were in the middle of her office. There really wasn’t any more embarrassing place for this.

After a minute, Emily heard a voice.

“Emily! Hey!”

She looked down, flushing furiously and still being spanked, to see Jackie approaching. Today, she’d opted for a more **** Leia-like costume while waiting for the prototype Strip-No-Mores.

“Bad time!” Emily squealed. “Ow!”

“Just an update from Van,” Jackie said. “I don’t want to wait around for you to be done here. Your project was cancelled, word down from on high, apparently Bruce Wayne put his foot down. You’re to work on something else.”

“What?!” Emily yelped. “Ow!”

“Billionaire playboys, you know what they’re like,” Jackie said. She shrugged.

“But still, he can’t just- ow! Stupid playboy, if he was a hero then maybe he’d- ow!”

Then again, Emily reflected, as Wonder Woman’s punishment continued, maybe a hero wouldn’t have been much more help.

Her bare legs kicked uselessly behind her, and she couldn’t think about much else beyond her position. If she could, she’d have reflected on how optimistic she’d been that her embarrassing ordeal had been over, only to be stripped again, told lots of heroes were going to want to keep her naked, that her plan for anti-stripping clothing had been prevented, and that her workplace was watching her taking a naked spanking from a heroine.

“Ow! Er, Miss Woman, ow! Is that enough?” Emily tried.

She turned her head back awkwardly, glimpsing the focused expression on the Amazon’s face. And then accidentally ended up seeing one of her colleagues holding up a camera.

She squealed.

Well, it might not be surprisingly, superheroes and naked woman both tended to have that reaction. Still.

Bright side, Emily told herself slightly desperately, look on the bright side! At least her day couldn’t get any worse.